[Connor] Connor’s mind was free as he jogged along. He’d always enjoyed physical exertion as a form of distraction. Whenever things had got too much for him back home he’d gone off for a run or to do a hefty workout or some sparing and afterwards he would always feel a bit better. But this time he wasn’t running to ease his mind. He was running to ease his body.
Connor still hadn’t had much action since he arrived in the city. The scuffle in the park could barely be counted. While his mind was no longer so potently restless, his body still seemed to be crying out for some activity. Since he didn’t know of a gym in the area, this had left him with picking a fight or going for a run. Normally he would have picked a fight but he was just in too good a mood for it, so a run was the only option left to him.
Connor turned his senses inward as he ran. He could feel the steady thumping of his heart, practically feel it pushing the blood through his body. He listened to the rise and fall of his lungs which, not out of breath but not at rest either. Running was OK but it wouldn’t do forever. Back at home he’d sparred with his older brother, Finn, and lost most of the time. But it wasn’t the winning or losing that had matter to him. It was the struggle, the battle, the setting of one will against another. That was a nourishment to him in many ways.
Connor barely noticed as his feet carried him into the bawn, so occupied was he with the memories.
[Rory] She comes to the Caern sometimes to prowl through the old shipyards to see if there is anything she can use for any number of projects that she’s working on at any given time. There’s a wealth of little things that can be found if one just takes the time to look.
Which leads to this – the scent of [wasted] breeding, of rage, coupled with the sounds of an industrious redhead clamoring over and under and through the old rotting hulls of abandoned boats that creak on their moorings.
[Annie Taylor] And, look. There’s a jet plane of a tiny Ahroun nearly sprinting by him. A challenge, maybe? But that’s made clearer when she calls back, “Hey, hot stuff. Keep up!”
She can feel pack nearby, she’s running, she’s had a couple good fights recently – Annie’s feeling pretty damned good despite words that echo through her head on occasion, shaking that cockiness, that (over)confidence just a bit. It’s not a lot, though, not since that first time, and so she does this – she runs like she was born to do it, she wrestles with anyone who comes near and will let her, she prowls and does what she can to burn off the energy that threatens to burn her alive.
“Ain’t too old, are ya?”
She’s teasing, that’s clear. She’s exuberant, bouncy – the most cheerful Ahroun ever.
[Connor] Connor is taken completely by surprise, lost in thought and breathing as he was, by the Ahroun shooting by. She taunts him and he smiles, upping his speed to match her. As he does so, he realises he recognises her. She was in the fight in the park. And, to his memory, she handled herself pretty well. His smile broadens. He loves a challenge.
“This all yeh’ve got, then?” he asks, his feet pounding the battered caern floor in time with hers. “Or can yeh take it up another gear o two?” With that he increases his own speed, arms powering through the air to match his legs. He’s wearing the tank top and sweat pants Iona lent him and he’s only showing the beginnings of a sweat, a faint sheen on his bare arms and across his forehead. His green eyes are dancing with the challenge.
[Iona McNevin] This was only the 3rd time Iona had been here, and she found it strange for a Caern and bawn. Visit one was to be bound to Perun. Visit two, her tithing to Maelstrom. And now, she was here again. Perhaps she was bored. Maybe she was homesick. But she needed the feel of the caern around her.
She was still dressed from work, and dirty as well. Jeans worn thin, a faded tee over a thermal black shirt, her steel toed boots, and her favourite army green military jacket.
She sat in front of the shrine to Perun, having just finished tending to it. Now she was there, drinking from a plain dark wine bottle, staring at all the shrines and places that had shrines from previous packs.
[Rory] She feels that familiar tug of pack nearby, and it causes her fingers to pause, looking up from where she’d found a pile of rusting nails and chain links and metal pieces. She has no idea what they were meant for, but she studies them just the same.
She looks up though, and sees Annie and Connor go flying by, her head tipping slightly as she watches. Her eyes are green, under that mop of blood red curls, and openly curious. Annie feels it through their bond, that curiosity, though Rory doesn’t interrupt whatever it is they’re doing.
[Annie Taylor] He’s the guy, from the thing at the park. Not bad! Didn’t get his name, though. Wanna run with us? I’ll tell ya more, an’ when we’re done, I got somethin’ ta show ya. Glyph I never seen before – maybe you know it.
‘This all yeh’ve got,’ he asks, and Annie grins. “Oh, I got more. And I got stayin’ power. So what’re we goin’ for, speed or who hangs on longest?”
Because she’s keeping this speed easily, and matches his increased one just as easily, in a way that speaks of foot races and playgrounds. She’s young, the kid is, and all that can’t be far behind her. She’s dressed like any winter runner, which is to say in a long sleeved, wicking shirt, a headband, and jogging pants.
[Iona McNevin] She had called her father a few days ago, after having dinner with Connor, and asked. This morning, a medium sized box is delivered to the Brotherhood for Iona. She was thrilled when she opened it. It was the Fianna Brew, and now she was enjoying it. She had even put a shot glass of the brew on the shrine for Perun. Later, she was going to need to give Connor a bottle, and Lukas. Seemed her father had some interesting stories about her Alpha.
[Rory] Connor. She knows his name, he was with Miss Moira the other night when Rory got the jump on her and scared her. Rory, grins a little and ducks her head, as she pulls off her backpack and scoops up some of the old nails she’s found into the depths of the bag that clanks and clatters already, as well as a couple pieces of metal that look promising for.. something or another. Who knows?
She doesn’t want to run though, but there’s a mental sound of agreement that she’ll meet them when they’re done with their run.
[Edwin Morr] ((Blur of the Milky Eye))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Annie Taylor] [Dex + Ath! Go Annie, go!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Connor] She’s fast and she’s younger than he is, but he isn’t exactly past it. Still, she doesn’t seem to be working up quite as much of a sweat as he does. Connor considers it. To go for distance, where surely his stamina would carry him to victory, to try and burn her with speed. He takes it up a notch or several, throwing himself into a full on sprint.
“Come on then, lass,” he yells over the wind in his ears. “Let’s see what yer made of!” He’s laughing as he runs. He hasn’t sprinted like this in a long time and it feels good to have the breeze in his hair, to push himself against the resistance of the world.
[Wanna draaaag race?
Dex 2+ Ath 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] A figure approaches the bawn, an indistinct and blurred creature, whose movements were entirely too smooth, entirely too hard to follow… As though its very nature was to dissemble, as though the strange apparition had suffused the stuff of shadows into itself…
Humans called it Edwin Morr. Garou called it Leaves-No-Trace. By any name, it was one of darkness, one who kept court with shadows, a creature of rage and darkness and the stuff of nightmares…
The lopsided liar’s grin all but dripped of the stuff. Annie and Rory would both feel a distinct tug on their senses, as though something with which they should be familiar approached. The blurred form walked the bawn quietly, its original course headed perhaps to where the graves of the fallen now rest. However… The form stops.
And comes to rest in an almost casual boneless slouch against a pile of scrap metal and other assorted detritus.
[Edwin Morr] ((I went ahead and threw Edwin in… Hope that’s okay.))
[Annie Taylor] Annie is fast. She has good form, though she isn’t a track star – she’s just an athlete, and never mind that this isn’t a wrestling mat. She runs, and she runs hard – and she beats the older Fianna to their goal, rather easily, at one point even turning around to run backwards, laughing as she does.
“You need practice!” She says when he reaches her side, and it’s mildly teasing chastisement. “I didn’t do track or cross country, but we had to do laps for other stuff. “I might have to prescribe more running.”
[Iona McNevin] ((It’s an open scene, Drake))
[Connor] ((Fine by me! :).))
[Annie Taylor] ((Yay, Edwin!))
[Rory] (per+alert diff 7)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[Rory] She feels the distinct tug of pack, and not just pack, but the Alpha she idolizes. She tips her head, slightly, listening, her brow furrowing as she tries to find him – she knows he’ll be hiding. He’s always hiding.
She slings her pack back on her shoulders, and….
…sees absolutely nothing. Because she’s not really very good at this game yet, though she tries, and tries hard. And maybe she tries too hard, because now? She doesn’t even feel him around… her brow furrows – maybe she was mistaken.
“…boss?”
[Connor] Connor comes to a halt at the younger Garou’s side, breathing heavily, hands on hips, his broad chest rising and falling and stretching the tank top as it does so. He’s smiling though, broadly and despite his loss.
“Alright, yeh beat me,” he says. “But runnin isn’t everythin, y’know. How are yeh at fightin?” He throws a light jab her way, an easy one to start with to see how she reacts.
[Sneaky tap!
Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] “boss…?”
The blurry figure’s lopsided grin widens, and perhaps much as he wants to, he can’t seem to help himself. Rising slowly, carefully, the blurry and indistinct creature makes its way to where Rory stands…
((Dex + Stealth, diff = 6, stealth specialized))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 4
[Annie Taylor] “Oh, honey.” She tsks, as he leans in . . . and biffs the air just to the right of her shoulder, practically tripping over his feet to do so. “And clearly, more sparring. You’re kidding, right?”
And look . . . there she is, bouncing like a giddy girl, with a big smile on her face – if it weren’t for the oppressive feel of Rage bigger than her five foot body, bigger than her will, it would be easy to take her as something and someone completely different than she is.
“Ain’t gonna be a surprise, but this is how you’re s’posed to do it.” It’s all playful, all . . . not exactly challenge, but dare.
[Dex + Brawl, punch to gut, +2 diff for called shot!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Edwin Morr] As he speaks, Rory can feel the warmth and moisture from his breath as the blurry grinning figure all but whispers right into her ear.
“Behin’ ya.”
[Annie Taylor] [Damage, bashing]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory] And he does it again! He scares the living hell out of her and Rory JUMPS and spins, swinging as she does so, to slap at his side, aimed low in case he jumps…
…with a scream, to boot. “AAAAAAAAHHH! BOSS!”
But she’s smiling, still, that same little shy grin she always offers him.
[Connor] Connor grunts and bounces backwards on the balls of his feet, one hand going to rub his stomach where the blow hit him. He’s still grinning though. He’s having a whale of a time. This is how its supposed t’be. Drinkin n runnin n play fightin. This is what makes all th’death and th’pain worth while.
“I guess it serves me right fer tryin to get the drop on yeh,” he chuckles. “But yer wrong bout that. This is how it’s supposed t’go!” He darts into a jab, aimed to the cheek.
[Dex+ Brawl, jab to the face, +2 diff for called shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Iona McNevin] Banshee remains where she is, even though she hears more and more voices gathering. Including that of her roommate. That made her smile a bit actually. Room 10 had quickly gain a stack of complaints about the noise and so forth. But Room 10 was also Fianna Cove, where they spent their nights drinking, talking, laughing, and so forth.
[Connor] [Damage, bashing]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] Edwin chuckles darkly, his wide, lopsided grin full of dark humor. Then, the blurry edges, the fuzzy lines that make up his form snap into clarity as the effects of the gift are dropped. Then, stepping away from Rory the merest bit, he winks before continuing.
“I keep on tellin’ ya ta quit usin’ yer eyes ta fin’ pack. Dey lie… Lie worse’n me…”
Shaded eyes turn to the hazy landscape about them, and Edwin shrugs.
“‘Specially on nights like dis… Stuff’ll come outa th’fog, if’n ya lets it. Stuff whut ya oughta see comin’ ya won’t, trustin’ yer eyes.”
He slouches pleasantly and shrugs…
“Wha’s goin’ on?”
[Annie Taylor] He aims for her (dreadfully, horrifically, fascinatingly scarred) face, and she bends backwards, using his momentum against him – oh, yes. This is how it’s supposed to be. “You’re wrong, old man, hate ta tell ya.”
[split! 1a) dodge!
1b) trip!]
Dex + Dodge
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Annie Taylor] [trip! -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and nods with a slight sigh. “I forget.” but she keeps trying. She doesn’t give up, and that’s part of what is so appealing in the shy little Ahroun.
She tips her head, slightly, and then points to where she knows Annie and Connor are. “Sparring. Annie cith Wonnor. I’m scust jrounging.”
He slouches next to her, and she shoves her hands into her pockets, and tips her head slightly. “Annie has something for us lo took at, after.”
[Connor] Too late Connor sees her move to dodge his blow and before he knows it he’s walked into a trap. Or, more accurately, a trip. But it’s not over yet. If he can just land right and roll he can come out of this alright…
[Recovery roll
Dex + Ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Connor] “Not bad, kid,” he says. “What’s yer name?”
[Edwin Morr] “Oh, she does, does she? Any hints on whut e’sactly she’s got in min’?”
He grins wider, his hands remaining in the pockets of the seemingly ever present brown denim work coat. A few moments pass… Edwin’s eyes take on a distant look… Before they return to the present… To the haze covering the bawn like a blanket, to now.
[Edwin Morr] ~How’s th’fight goin’, Annie? Kick ’em in th’ribs once fer me while yer at’t.~
to Annie Taylor, Rory
[Annie Taylor] “Oh, you’re a lucky fucker. I spent two and a half years on the wrestling team – once I had you down, your ass woulda been mine.” Oh, yes – that’s cockiness, arrogance. She manages to not seem like a complete asshole only by virtue of her youth, and that she is pretty damned good. “‘m Annie ‘Hard Knocks’ Taylor. Claith, Bone Gnawer, Ahroun, if ya want the fine print.”
[Annie Taylor] Aww, he’s alright. Don’t wanna hurt him too bad! He’s a good guy to have at your side. Th’ fuck are the Bellamontes, by the way? Shit went down at their park, in . . . Bronzeville? Some metal, anyway. He was there.
to Edwin Morr, Rory
[Rory] She shrugs. “Dunno. She fas wighting earlier. Probably something do to thith wat.” There’s a little grin, then, as she hears Edwin through their bond, and she looks toward where the dueling pair disappeared too.
“I was gonna go over… wanna?” Sometimes her words actually come out the way they’re intended too. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t know the difference.
[Connor] Connor chuckles. She’s a rough and ready one and he likes it. No time faffing around with pomp and proceedure here.
“Connor the Fireblood,” he says cheerfully, his Irish accent adding a certain buoyancy, a lightness to his tone. “Nice t’meet yeh.” He darts forward again with another heavy punch.
[Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] “Shore thang, doll… Le’s us go see whut’s whut.”
Edwin nods in the direction he feels the tug of the pack bond, before leading the way. Then, as his liar’s grin widens upon his lips, he adds…
“If’n we’s quiet ‘nough… Mebbe we c’n git uh reaction out’a whoever she’s thumpin’ on…”
Given the way he said it, there was no doubt that reaction was abject horror at realizing someone now stood where nobody stood mere instants before, and the prey in question none the wiser as to when that changed. Which was basically the same trick Edwin so enjoyed pulling on everyone else.
[Connor] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rory] She grins up at him and nods, adjusting her pack so that it doesn’t clank or clatter at all as she moves, and then starts in that direction, taking the lead since she’s often so much easier to see – despite the fact tat she does her best to move shadow to shadow, slinking along…
[sneaky redhead?
dex+stealth+fox!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory] (GODDAMMIT KAHSEENO! *LMAO*)
[Annie Taylor] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Dex + Stealth, diff = 6, stealth specialized))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Annie Taylor] And she folds with the force of the punch out of nowhere – breath knocked out of her. She’s a wrestler, not a boxer, but some of the skills cross over well enough. She uses her weight to dive forward into a tackle – she knows if she can pin ‘im, she’s got ‘im.
[Dex + Brawl, Grapple! -2 for damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Annie Taylor] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] Edwin, for his part, walks a wider arc than Rory, separating ever so slightly… becoming more one with the shadows that grab at him like a jealous lover. His lopsided grin splits the darkness… As the figure wearing the black baseball cap with an embroidered fox racing logo upon it makes his way closer to where Annie and Connor spar.
Wordlessly, he stands there in the darkness… Still… Part of the very night haze that lies spread upon the ground of the bawn like a thick blanket cotton pillow stuffing.
[Rory] She tries to be sneaky, and promptly trips over her own foot. Fortunately, the sparring Garou are too busy throwing punches and tackling, that they might not notice. As it is, she draws attention away from their Alpha, who hides as easily as he breathes, which is almost as easy as he lies.
She sneaky, sneaks her way through closer to the brawlers. Practically in plain sight.
[Annie Taylor] [stay down, mofo!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Connor] She wasn’t lying when she said that if she pinned him, he’d be fucked. He can see it in the way she moves that shes a wrestler. He’s definately more of a striker so he needs to break this hold and fast before its all over!
[Break free!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Annie Taylor] And thus, Annie’s beaten – not for the first time, and not for the last. Connor is over a foot taller than she, and despite that advantage, they’re fairly evenly matched. She may have expected to win (she always does, this overconfident little scrapper), but she’s not upset when she doesn’t – he’d just been . . . “Lucky. I’ll get ya next time,” she says as she picks herself up from where he tossed her and dusts off her ass. “Assuming ya ain’t afraid ta try again!” She gives a wink, amused.
[Annie Taylor] ((Almost bedtime!))
to Connor, Edwin Morr, Rory
[Edwin Morr] ((Connor – give me perception + alertness, if you would please.))
[Connor] Connor laughs heartily. It was close, closer than he’d like. Certainly he needs more practice, to almost be beaten by the little Ahroun has opened his eyes.
“There’ll be a next time,” he promises with a broad grin. “Stay sharp, Annie ‘Hard Knocks’ Taylor. I look forward to kickin yer arse again.” His over-confidence is a joke and that’s plain to see. Connor’s always been as fair a winner as he is a loser.
[Connor] [Percep + Aware]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Connor] ((gah sorry. Misread))
[Connor] ((Its the same number of dice anyway though…))
[Edwin Morr] ((Sweep (Dex+Brawl, diff = 8 – 2(rear attack) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((No damage, but Connor’s knocked down. *assuming no dodge from Connor’s roll and being unaware*))
[Rory] Rory sees what’s going on, even as she smiles at Annie and Connor. She does nothing to give away what her Alpha is up to, just watches the end of the brawl.
[Edwin Morr] The fight was over. Connor had won.
A sly bogeyman just couldn’t leave well enough alone.
Grinning, his features cast in the shade of the baseball cap pulled low upon his brow, Edwin sneaks behind Connor and trips his legs out from under him. Then, with a dark chuckle, Edwin starts anew in his mid-range drawl.
“Dat’s th’thang ’bout Bogeymen… Ya might beat one… But it’s th’one ya don’ see whut’s really gonna cause ya grief.
I win.”
He chuckles, extending a hand to Connor with the intention of helping him up.
“Not too shabby, fella.”
[Connor] Suddenly something strikes Connor from behind and he goes to ground. Glancing around as he tumbles he sees a lean, shifty looking man. How the feck did he get behind me? Connor’s not hurt, he landed pretty softly and the blow wasn’t hard, just enough to take his legs. For a momet, Connor isn’t sure of the mans intentions. Does he just want to join the play or does his presence portend a more serious matter? His body language doesnt speak of anger, nor does he seem threatening. Aye, but they’re the feckers yeh’ve got t’watch, he thinks.
But the man offers his hand and a compliment and Connor decides he’s not here for a serious challenge.
“Thanks,” says Connor, taking the man’s hand and getting up with a grin. “I’m Connor.”
[Annie Taylor] She laughs when Edwin trips Connor up, amused and pleased – it’s good to have packmates around. “Yeah, ya might have ta look out for all of us. But I gotta, like, take a shower and change before I freeze my tits off. ‘s fuckin’ cold here for a Cali girl.” She’s grinning, and she bumps Rory fondly with her shoulder as she goes past. “I’ll show ya what I got when I’ve got dry clothes on and come back out, or when you come in, yeah?”
[Annie Taylor] (What she has is a bit of what appears to be skin in a ziplock bag, with a glyph she doesn’t know branded into it. It’s from DI’s SL, so talk to her for details!)
to Edwin Morr, Rory
[Rory] She steps forward after Connor accepts Edwin’s hand up, and his compliment, and introduces himself. She ducks her head, shyly, as Annie bumps her shoulder, her smile holding a special warmth for her packmate.
“Ok.”
And she returns the nudge, and the looks up to wave at Connor. Maybe he remembers her from when she scared Moira. “Hi.”
[Annie Taylor] (Thanks for playing! I’mma go to bed, only 15 minutes late!))
[Rory] (night!)
[Edwin Morr] Edwin grins that sly liar’s grin, and nods at Connor as the man gives his name.
“Well, nice ta meetcha, Connor. Call me Morris.”
((Manipulation + Subterfuge, diff = 6))
Then, his attention turns to Annie. “Sounds like uh plan. Ain’t no rush whut ain’t uh rush fer you.”
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Connor] “Hey, Tongue-Twister,” says Connor. He had been in a bad mood that night when they first met but he remembers the little redhead and her spoonerisms. Now he’s in a far better mood and offers her a warm smile. He nodds at Annie in lieu of a goodbye. He’ll see her again, he’s sure. And next time he’ll be more determined to win. His smile widens. It’s good to have a little playful competition and he has missed sparring greatly.
“Nice t’meet yeh, Morris,” says Connor. There’s something untrustworthy about this man, its ground into his bones and it stains the air around him but Connor has only just met him and he’s done no harm so far.
“Yeh said yer Pack?” he asks, meaning all of them.
[Rory] She ducks her head, and blushes when he calls her by name. He remembered her – and his smile of welcome is a warm thing that spills across the shy little Ahroun. She’s a contradiction, really, as she holds so much rage, so much that it is easily felt by any one who comes close – yet she still is a shy, quiet little redhead.
And she doesn’t give away the lie, either, just nods that they’re pack. “Bogeymen. Morris is Alpha.” and she the omega.
[Connor] ((Right I’ma post out all. Nice playing with you :).))
[Connor] Connor nods his head. There certainly seems to be a bond between them. He thinks of life back at home, when he had been part of a Sept, a community of Garou working together, living together and, in the end, dying together. That was what it meant to be Pack. We’re walkin t’hell, but we’ll do it shoulder t’shoulder, he thinks. He doesn’t know where the thought came from.
“Well, as I said,” he says. “Nice t’meet yeh. I’m gonna head t’me bed. See yeh again.” Thats the thing though. He doesn’t know if he will see them again. Any of them might die tomorrow. He might die tomorrow. And he’ll be walking to hell alone.
I need t’find misself a Pack.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin grins and nods at Connor’s departing form, before turning to Rory with that sly grin playing about his sharply forgettable features.
“Well, reckon we’s given Annie ‘nough head start. Whut say we mosey on down ta Chinatown fer sum’in’ ta eat ‘fore we go see whut she’s got ta show us. Sound good?”
He nods toward the graves for the fallen.
“Dis a’way. I jes’ gotta say hello ta uh frien’ right quick first.”
[Rory] [aaaaaaaaaaand fade! Thanks for playin!]
[Edwin Morr] ((No, thank you. :) ))